07-21-2009, 09:43 AM
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Clumsy fingers were brought up to scratch the back of his head as he finally took the time to re-evaluate the situation. If this Dawali person (Noir’s dad?) was taking the time to do so, it probably meant that it was the smartest thing to do. After all, he did seem like a smart enough man. Eyes of metallic bronze watched intently as the Kalona’s fingers stroked the box’s material. Yes, very smart thing to do. He was feeling the container, searching for any potential clues. Honoré’s eyes grew wide with fascination; Dawali-man was just like a detective, the real thing! Asking all those questions and whatnot, getting up close and personal with the obstacle. Impressive! Maybe they could play the detective game together?
When Dawali questioned the duck’s identity, Honoré’s head jerked in its direction. There it was! Wobbling around over there, pretending to be stupid and stuff. But he knew better. Behind that stupid-looking face was a genius; a criminal mastermind! Noir had said something about Tayui putting her in there but such a possibility was inconceivable, unless… was it normal for mommies put their kids away in boxes when they had no one to babysit them? Surely his sister wasn’t silly enough to do something like that. It all became clear; the duck had somehow managed to modify the child’s memory. A super mind-erasing beam, maybe. Weapon of mass destruction! Oh no! The world was in big trouble.
Both of his eyes narrowed into itty bitty slits as he examined the duck’s behavior. It finally looked away, and that’s when Honoré took the opportunity to approach the ugly thing. Before long, both of his hands were wrapped around the duck’s body. He’d briefly considered wringing its neck but killing without interrogating first wasn’t in their best interest. “You stop m-“ Then came a peck. Right on his nose. And another (dangerously close to his eye). Followed by the best insult he could come up with. “NUTCRACKER!”
Clumsy fingers were brought up to scratch the back of his head as he finally took the time to re-evaluate the situation. If this Dawali person (Noir’s dad?) was taking the time to do so, it probably meant that it was the smartest thing to do. After all, he did seem like a smart enough man. Eyes of metallic bronze watched intently as the Kalona’s fingers stroked the box’s material. Yes, very smart thing to do. He was feeling the container, searching for any potential clues. Honoré’s eyes grew wide with fascination; Dawali-man was just like a detective, the real thing! Asking all those questions and whatnot, getting up close and personal with the obstacle. Impressive! Maybe they could play the detective game together?
When Dawali questioned the duck’s identity, Honoré’s head jerked in its direction. There it was! Wobbling around over there, pretending to be stupid and stuff. But he knew better. Behind that stupid-looking face was a genius; a criminal mastermind! Noir had said something about Tayui putting her in there but such a possibility was inconceivable, unless… was it normal for mommies put their kids away in boxes when they had no one to babysit them? Surely his sister wasn’t silly enough to do something like that. It all became clear; the duck had somehow managed to modify the child’s memory. A super mind-erasing beam, maybe. Weapon of mass destruction! Oh no! The world was in big trouble.
Both of his eyes narrowed into itty bitty slits as he examined the duck’s behavior. It finally looked away, and that’s when Honoré took the opportunity to approach the ugly thing. Before long, both of his hands were wrapped around the duck’s body. He’d briefly considered wringing its neck but killing without interrogating first wasn’t in their best interest. “You stop m-“ Then came a peck. Right on his nose. And another (dangerously close to his eye). Followed by the best insult he could come up with. “NUTCRACKER!”